on_every_street raze thin paper packed with poison flakes onto the fabric i've wrapped around the meat of me. the only friend i've got in this godforsaken place is a ghost i gored with my antlers when i tired of hearing him talk. partnered in a game of pool, we arm ourselves with wooden wands that need their faces painted to be of any use to us. they're stripes. we're solids. i call my shot. seven-ball in the side pocket. he keeps rearranging numbered planets with his hands until the whole solar system is spent. a silver-haired stranger drives me home. we're halfway to the highway when it hits me. i've forgotten where i live. every street is the same strip of asphalt leading nowhere. a phone that isn't mine carries a recording of a woman's voice. she tells me i'm out_of_time. and here i thought i'd only just begun. 260614 what's it to you? who go blather from